Random Sounds From A Girl Smack-Dab In The Middle of the West Texas Oilpatch

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Foxy Foxy Foxy....

Once last week, and twice this week, I’ve spotted a male gray fox in our neighborhood.He’s a sneaky boy, and crosses the street about three doors down (surely you didn't think he'd hang around my house with the Hunter Wonderdogs, did ya?) around 6:40 a.m. each morning. And I'm curious. I want to see where he lives, what he’s doing, and who he’s helping to feed.I know there has to be a mommy fox and some babies around.I know, because this is a yearly saga at the house of the Snooty Primadona where the foxes Fernando and Felicia hang out. With all their cute babies, I must say.

I guess I could get one of those infrared body heat cameras that hunters post at their deer feeders.

But then again, no.I really don’t wanna know what goes on in my neighborhood after a certain hour.Just bury my head in the sand, baby. And call me Ostrich.

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Random sounds, thoughts and stories from a gal smack-dab in the middle of the Oilpatch of West Texas. Said gal loves the Lord, her man, her sons, the oilfield, shooting sports, hunting, photography, and last, but far from least, her German Shorthair pointers, Zack the Wonder Dog and Zanna the Wonder Pup.